In Winter Night
In winter night,
All is cold as steel ,
and Quiet as a whipperwill,
Cold, black night,
Getting colder still,
Wind blowing , cutting to the core of our souls
Not a ray of light,
Not an ember of heat,
The cold dark night,
Gets colder ,darker, and deep.
In winter night,
Its almost as Death.
Nothing, but blackness, no hope is left.
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